Page 54 of Racing the Storm

“Too much?”

I forced my breathing to slow, and I shook my head. “If they drive by again, don’t you think they’ll be able to tell? I don’t know how human I can appear when I’m…”

His eyes twinkled softly in the dim light, and he nipped my jaw before finishing my sentence. “This turned on?” I groaned again, and he laughed before dragging his tongue from the crook of my neck to my earlobe, taking it between his teeth. “I’ll listen for them. But I don’t think they’re coming back.”

I wanted him too much to argue—risk be damned. I spread my legs, letting him situate between them, and his hard cock brushed along mine. I remembered what it felt like inside me, fucking me into oblivion, stretching me on his knot until I swore I would split in half.

Feeling it pushing against my own straining dick now, I felt like I was about to lose myself. “Mikael,” I said, because I didn’t know what to beg for. I wanted everything, but I didn’t know where to start. The last Wolf who had touched me was him, and even then, I’d been entirely unexperienced and in the throes of heat.

I wasn’t unworldly, but this…it was so much.

It was everything I had wanted, and now I was petrified of doing something wrong.

“You’re panicking,” he murmured. His hand brushed down my side, like he was trying to soothe the frantic beast just under my skin. “Danyal, breathe.”

My lungs stuttered and shook as I tried to draw in air, and after a moment, it became easier. My limbs relaxed against his tender hands, and I was able to turn my head and look at him. “It’s…” I almost laughed, and I eased my arms around his waist, holding tight. “I want to feel you. Please just…help me do this right.”

He pushed up on his arms, dislodging my hold on him, and his gaze captured mine. “You couldn’t possibly do this wrong. But I understand. Just lie there for a bit. Let me make it good for you.”

The first real touch of his hand along my bare skin was almost too much. He rucked up my shirt and let his claws come out, raking them over my tender flesh. I arched into him, feeling them draw pinpricks of blood, and he chased them with his warm, rough tongue—just a hint of wolf in the gesture.

I was pliant—unable to be anything else—as he stripped my shirt all the way off, and when his hands went for my pants, I almost came right there. Years of not being touched by another person—of bringing myself off in perfunctory orgasms in the shower or to get rid of my morning wood—and I was ready to blow my load right there.

“Close,” I told him. There was no point in lying. I’d rather warn him instead of humiliating myself.

I expected him to laugh, or maybe even tease me a little, but instead, he groaned. His face pinked, his entire body heating up, and he nosed along my neck. “Fuck. You’re so…” He didn’t finish his sentence, and I was almost glad because I wasn’t sure I could take it.

We had been warped by war and twisted by circumstance. I had wanted to hate him forever, and yet here we were—in the bed of strange humans, relying on each other to stay safe and alive. And every feeling I had repressed for the last several years was bubbling to the surface.

Maybe I’d resent him later for it, but now, I just wanted this.

“Touch me,” I told him—a command, and it did something to me to watch him submit so readily. My gut went hot again, and I felt the very first pulse of slick in a long, long time.

It was uncomfortable, and my ass felt needy, and I couldn’t help but squirm with want.

“Gods, I can smell you,” he groaned. His fingers brushed under my balls, into my crease, and he circled my hole. I felt it twitch, felt my slick thicken as he pushed one finger inside. I wanted more—I wanted everything. I wanted his knot. I wanted his come to fill me.

“Don’t make me wait,” I told him. “Later, we can draw it out, but I need you right now.”

He seemed to agree, because before I could beg again, he was on his knees, pulling at his jeans, throwing his shirt across the room. He hitched my legs up on his shoulder, and I saw a hint of fang between his slightly parted lips as he positioned his cock against me.

“It might hurt,” he warned.

I sat up on my elbows and met his gaze, feeling mine burning with a fierce glow. “Good. I want to feel it.”

“Danyal,” he gasped, like it was a prayer—or maybe a curse—or maybe something in between. His fangs caught his lip, and I smelled blood before his hips pulled back slightly, then he pushed inside.

I arched off the bed at the sensation—agony and ecstasy all at once. I was utterly consumed with him—with feeling him against me. It was then and there I lost all hope of doing anything other than loving him. We were Animal and reckless now, and in the future—if we survived—we’d be lost to that slow, deep, impossible burn lasting for the rest of our lives.

For now, though, there was this. There was him driving into me fast and hard. It ripped my breath from my lungs, my words dying until all I could offer were soft grunts and stuttered moans. And his hands were everywhere, followed by his lips, and then his teeth.

He bit my side, then my nipple, and my neck. He was too far away from where he would sink his fangs in to create the bond, but I could feel it again. Even without the heat, it was there—a dull flicker, desperate for life.

I was too afraid to reach for it, so I shut down, even as he sped up, my heartbeat matching his.

He reached between us after an eternity of hitting my prostate over and over, then he pulled his head back and stared at me just as his fingers curled around my cock. “I could knot you, but I don’t think I should.”

I whimpered, unable to stop the noise. “Please…”

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